Page 369 of Valentino

“Si.”

“You won’t.” I lift my hand to cup his face and his eyes flutter closed. “Kiss me.” I breathe.

He takes me into his arms and kisses me and its slow and tender, suddenly the world between us is right again.

His tongue and the way he uses it is …..

My god…

Our kiss deepens and we begin to lose control again. He walks me backward into the apartment as his hands go to the hem of my dress, he pulls it over my head in one fell swoop.

I stand before him in my white lace underwear and his hungry eyes drop down my body. I can hardly breathe as I wait for his reaction but when his eyes rise to meet mine they are blazing with desire. “Get in my fucking bed.” He growls.

Adrenaline screams through my veins.

He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder and stomps to his bedroom like a caveman and throws me onto the bed. I laugh as I bounce and then without warning he takes his shirt off over his head and I’m instantly silenced. His tanned chest is broad and muscular with a scattering of black hair. His abdomen is rippled with muscles and he has a trail of dark hair that disappears into his pants.

With his dark eyes locked on mine he unzips his jeans and slides them down, his rock hard cock springs free. The air leaves my lungs at his size. Suddenly his worry of hurting me has real merit, I’m worried too.

He peels my panties down and takes them off and then spreads my legs open as he stares at my weeping flesh.

I feel so vulnerable as I lie here open for him.

He bends and spreads me with his fingers and then licks me there, I buck off the bed and damn it, I am not coming again without him.

“No, I want you now.” I pull him up over me and we come face to face again, “Condom.” I whisper.

“Fuck.” His eyebrows shoot up as if surprised. “Stop perdendo la testa qui.” (translation, I’m losing my head here.) He reaches over to his side table and grabs a condom from the top drawer and as he kneels over me he tears it open with his teeth.

A sight that will forever be burned into my brain.

“Hurry up.” I sit up and wrap my arms around him and pull him back down over me and his cock nudges my opening. “Kiss me.” I plead.

He pushes forward and he’s met with resistance, Ahhh…… it burns.

“Shh.” He whispers. “Calm down.”

Fuck, he’s used to hurting women with this monster cock.

“Sshh,” He gets up and goes to his bedside again and takes out a bottle of lube and rubs it into me. “Is better.” He pushes it inside of me with his fingers as I lay back with my legs spread. The act somehow feels intimate and special and I don’t know how….. but him worrying about hurting me is a major turn on.

He comes over me again and this time he slides the tip of his cock through my swollen lips and my body sucks at him, wanting a deeper connection.

“Hurry.” I demand. He pushes forward and my body resists, “It’s okay.”

He pushes forward again and damn it, that smarts. He circles one way and then the other to try and loosen me up, “Relax.” He coaches me softly before he slams in hard.

The air is knocked from my lungs as I try to acclimatise to his size, my body ripples around him and he whispers something in Italian into my ear before he nips it with his teeth.

I smile, I have no idea what he said but it sounded good. “Yes.” I feel him smile into my neck and he pulls my legs up and slides out and then back in, his knees are wide on the bed as he uses them for leverage.

I moan as my body begins to relax, and we fall into a rhythm. Deep pumps, they get harder and harder and then the bed begins to slam into the wall and I can’t speak, I can’t react…. I can hardly fucking breathe as he rides me hard.

He holds my legs back and the moans coming out of him are the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. I cry out as a freight train of an orgasm runs right through me and his pumps get harder, faster and Ahhhhhh…….. I can’t take much more.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His grip on my inner thighs is painful and he slams in and holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he empties inside of me.

His lips trail up my jawline as he whispers in Italian and I pant as I stare at the ceiling.